Summary

It was a dark and stormy night when some uninvited visitors broke the work-filled chaos of Tony’s Malibu home.

Written for:Mythra, who inspired this fic with the beautiful intention of getting me over my writing slump.Also fills a prompt on my table (sci-fi, MCU/Tony Stark) at fc-smorgasbord (square: invasion).

Summary

After the Battle of New York, the Avengers go on with their lives – as individuals, but more importantly, as a team. Through tragedy and pain they come to know unity, and friendships develop into something much stronger. (Canon diverge after “The Avengers”.)

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Steve has tears in the corners of his eyes, his cheeks are red with the effort of breathing steadily but there’s no sign of fear. No sign of anything less than pure pleasure in his eyes. It blows Bucky’s mind that Steve can give himself over to a man like him, no hesitation, even though he knows everything Bucky’s done. The cathartic release Bucky gets from this is too precious to put into words and fuck, he’ll gladly spend the rest of his life trying to give Steve even a small fraction of what Steve gives him every day.

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Bruce appears beside Tony in the lab with one hand behind his back. Tony looks up, delighted. “Did you bring me something?” he asks, leaning to try and look around Bruce. Bruce shifts so that he can’t.

“I made you something,” Bruce says, smiling in that slightly bashful way that always makes Tony want to involve Bruce in an inappropriate relationship with his nominal boss.

“Is it a sex toy? Please tell me it’s a sex toy!” Tony begs.

“You always ask that,” Bruce says, but he’s a little flushed now.

AUTHOR'S NOTES/WARNING: This is a chaptered story, but each chapter should pretty much stand on it's own. I have plans for a total of 5 chapters, but I will be writing as the mood strikes, so be warned that this may be in progress for a while.)